Jeremy walks into Dan and Casey's office and repeats Dana's question about what it would take for her to see some draft copy. "It's going to take us writing it," says not-helpful Casey. It's not his fault, though, because Dan is still in a tizzy. Then Dan tells Jeremy the new bidder is not, in fact, an Italian airline called Platypus. Jeremy leaves and Dan and Casey sit down to work. "We're writers," they say. They write nothing.
Cut to Anthony's, where Jack ventures out from behind the bar to give Dana a glass of wine. Dana appears to be too wrapped up in her book to notice him. Jack goes back to the bar and we hear -- but not see -- someone say, "Hey Jack," and the two of them have a little conversation. And of course the only reason we're able to hear this seemingly innocuous conversation is because it's obviously BG w/ BS, but the camera still does this slow pan around Dana to reveal the bar and BG w/ BS, who then spins around on his stool and sees Dana and he says, "How ya doin'," like maybe he should use some of his supposed fortune to buy some elocution lessons. Dana looks up, sees BG w/ BS, and says, "I don't believe this," because there is something inherently shocking about seeing a guy in a bar, I guess. "This is pretty weird," she says. "I mean, I don't know if I'm comfortable with this," as though she's the only one with the right to go to that particular bar every single day. "Every time I've come in in the last three days you've been in here, so I'm saying I'm not comfortable with it." BG w/ BS points out that she has been in here every time he has too, "yet I remain unconcerned," like here we go again with the flat dry monotone that I loved so much all last episode. "What is your story?" she asks him. He starts explaining that he was born in Minnesota, which I think is going back farther than necessary for the purposes of Dana's question. Dana wants to know what he does for a living. "I own my own business," he says, but she doesn't ask him what the business is. She's interrogating him rather vaguely, I think.
BG w/ BS gets his beer from Jack and invites himself to sit down at Dana's table. "What book are you reading?" he asks. She flips to the cover and says, "It's the new biography of Lyndon Johnson," and the real reason the recap is so late is because once I heard there was a new Lyndon Johnson biography out I had to rush out and buy it and read it cover to cover. Dana asks BG w/ BS another question, and he looks deep into her soul and says, "You don't really want to talk about me, do you." Statement, not question. "You seem pretty down," he says, which Dana denies. "You're drinking alone at five in the afternoon?" he says, and I coughed a little nervously at that little accusation. Dana says he's having a glass of wine with lunch and that because she works from noon to midnight, five is her lunch hour, so, just like an alcoholic would, Dana has this handy justification for her drinking and somehow feels the need to rationalize it to this perfect stranger. This guy disputes that she's even reading the book, pointing out she had to check the cover after he asked her what she was reading. Her facade crumbling, Dana says, "MDI Transcom came in the way you said it would," as if the guy doesn't already know. Then she says, "Another bidder came in this morning," as if he doesn't already know. "If they get it, that's pretty much the ball game." He says, "Do you feel responsible for the show failing?" Dana gets a bit of an edge in her voice as she says, "The show didn't fail." BG w/ BS just looks at her with a therapist's smile. She starts talking about how Isaac took a chance on her and she didn't rise to meet his expectations. "There are people who work for me who needed me to be a better field captain. The show didn't fail, but I do feel responsible and that's going to have to be all right with you." I was very moved by Dana's speech.
BG w/ BS asks if she wants to hear what he thinks will make her feel better. "I really don't," she says, lifting her wine glass and taking a hefty belt of "lunch." He asks, rhetorically, if he has been wrong about anything in the three-day history of their relationship. I guess this guy doesn't have a lot of the traditional criteria for what constitutes a "relationship," such as knowing each other's names. Anyway, he leans forward a little and says, "I'm what the world considers to be a phenomenally successful man." Okay, Mr. Humble, although he says he's failed much more than he's succeeded. "And each time I fail, I get my people together and say, 'Where are we going?'" which I bet induces much eye-rolling among his employees since he says he fails so much. I have to say it's a good thing that Dana doesn't have even a rudimentary understanding of Latin, because this "where are we going?" business is a dead giveaway. He says things got better after he asked that. "That's what you should do," he tells her. Dana, drunk off her ass, says, "I should get your people together and ask where they're going?" Well, no, she didn't. I made that up. "That's it?" Dana asks, for real. "'Where are we going?'" Exceedingly unimpressed. "That was what you thought was going to make me feel better?" I certainly prefer snappy Dana to mopey Dana any day. She asks him, "Do I have to close my eyes or click my heels or anything?" "Well, you can mock it if you want to," says BG w/ BS. "I think I will, thanks," says Dana, which made me laugh. She then says the streak is certainly over, and so is her lunch break. BG w/ BS goes back to sit at the bar and Dana gets up to go. But he says, "It's not over yet. MDI Transcom could step up with the money and outbid the other guys." She asks him if he thinks that will happen. "No," he says. Dana leaves.